ON THE TIP OF SWORD - -

After every night, the morning is definite,
do not look at me with perplexity,
I already told you, in past
days, I'll again
emerge
from
the depth of dense darkness, promise
or challenge, whatever was,
but I've handled myself, the
the shaded part of life
gradually now
becoming
grey,
maybe, you've to recalculate my value
in your eyes, defeat and victory
are the phase of life, the
game of tail and
head remains
in the
bounce of destiny, like shore shifting
river of the delta, your attitude will
create a vast jejune in
your heart, you're
still immature
in love,
before falling into the abysmal depth of
ocean, try to convert yourself first,
as a struggling wild stream,
it's not so easy to
devote the
life - -
on the ablaze altar of true love - - - - - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL